I sat on top of my covers for the next few hours listening to music, drawing anything to exhaust my mind so I could go to sleep. Nothing was working. All I could think about was Mason and how cryptic he was. Did he want me or was he just playing me? I'd gone around in circles making up scenarios that would never even happen and things I would say to him. It was beyond ridiculous.

There was a quiet knock at my door so I put my sketch pad and pencil on my bedside table and went to the door. I opened it a few inches and Mason came barging in. He shut the door behind me and had me pressed against the back of the door with his arms on either side of me. He looked at my legs up to my really short shorts, up to my black tank top and then at my face. I felt extremely vulnerable in what I was wearing, especially since the shorts barely covered anything. I wasn't expecting company.

"I couldn't sleep. I saw your light on and I had to see you. You're driving me crazy!" He panted, leaning against the door.

"I didn't do anything wrong did I?" I tried to use my hands to cover my legs. Mason shook his head and frowned.

"No Quinn, you didn't do anything wrong. Everything about you is so right. I haven't been able to look at another girl since I met you. I tried to catch a one night stand not long after we met and I just couldn't. All I could think about was that I wish she was you." He looked at me again and leaned in closer then closed his eyes and looked down. The pain on his face was evident.

"What's wrong?" I placed my hands on either side of his face and brought his eyes to mine.

"I just... want to know how you feel before I do anything. I don't want to lose you. I've never been so scared of losing anyone else before in my life since my parents passed." He took a deep breath and his jaw tensed.

"I just... have to know... please. You're fucking killing me." he whispered.

"Mase, when I first met you, I thought you were the most gorgeous man to walk the planet but the biggest player in the world. I was scared to get burned by you so I didn't want to allow my feelings to become any more than just friendship... There's so much in my life I still need to explain to you but can't. I want you, but I just can't do it Mase. It's not fair to you." I bit my lip waiting for his reaction.

The expression in his face said a lot more than his words could. Frustration boiling underneath the surface he spoke with restraint.

"What's the big secret Quinn? Why won't you tell me? I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in closer, caging me in against the door and himself.

"Mase, I lo... like you too much to tell you. I don't want to ever hurt you and telling you this will change everything. Can you just trust me? Please?" I plead, begging him with my eyes. Please just drop it.

"Can you answer just one question before I decide to trust you?" Trust me? I'm not even sure I can trust him. But I nod once, trying to bite my tongue and not make him any more worked up than he already is.

"Is there another guy?" He asked in a quiet voice, clearly struggling to say it out loud. I smiled and shook my head vigorously.

"There's no other guys." I answer, amusement in voice.

"Then I can work with that. I'm not letting you go, ever. I don't care how long it takes, I'm going to show you that you can trust me the way I trust you. Quinn... I'll never leave." He lifts his hand and links his pinkie finger with mine. With that, he took a piece of my heart. It involuntarily has been given to him and now I'm more confused than ever on what's right and what's wrong.

I squeeze his finger tighter.

"Then I promise I will tell you... eventually." He leans in again and presses his forehead to mine. He breathes heavily and his arms are so tense I can see his veins straining against his tight, inked skin.

"Okay." He breathed out and pulled me closer to him. His embrace strong and stable. His left arm snaked around my waist as his right hand cupped the back of my neck. As soon as our lips collided electricity shot through my whole body. His deep moans muted by our lips pressed together, our tongues caressing each other at a hurried pace. He felt perfect, like our lips were made to be together. He pressed me back against the door as he pushed one last kiss to my now swollen lips and pulled away like he'd been burned.

"I have to back away now. Being this close is too much temptation for me to handle." He laughed once and adjusted his tight pants at the front. I blushed at the thought and my eyes found the ground as soon as I realised what he was readjusting. He slowly backed up and sat on the bed.

I stood there against the door for a few moments to catch my breath. My legs felt like they were going to give beneath me as I pushed myself off the door and tried to walk towards the bed. The smell of his masculine cologne was so intoxicating I had to take a seat up near my pillows to allow us some space. I didn't trust my bodies urges and the way I was feeling around him at that moment.

Mason sat cross legged like a kid in school and moved closer to me until his knees were touching mine when he began speaking.

"I'm trying really hard to be just your friend. I'm not going to lie, it's really fucking hard. I just like being around you." I nodded and he leaned forward and leaned his elbows on his knees. Apart from Lexi he was my only friend... probably one of my best friends. He was as much of a mystery as I was to him. I didn't know if we would ever end up being together but I had to at least try and let down the walls I had so carefully built for myself if I wanted to stop feeling so alone.

"Hey Mase, what's your favourite type of ice cream?" I said trying to ask seriously. I wanted to know everything about him. His face began to do that cute thing he does when he tried not to laugh. It was incredibly sexy.

"Ice cream? Well you're pushing your luck asking such deep an meaningful questions missy but I guess I could tell you... I love cookies and cream." The smile never left his face as he watched my reaction.

"Well I'll add that to the Mason file. The boy likes cookies and cream." His dimples emerged as he began to laugh. I'd give anything in the world to make him laugh like that. That's exactly why I had to keep a few things to myself for now. I just wanted to enjoy him at his happiest. That's all I ever want for him.

"I've got a surprise for you tomorrow night." He said excitedly. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Please don't say the surprise is in your pants." I laughed jokingly. He pulled away and looked at me trying to be serious.

"It's not my dick, don't worry. I told you, I'll earn your trust first." He held up both hands innocently with a playful look in his eye. I gasped at his vulgar language, not used to hearing such profanity spoken so effortlessly.

"You like my dirty mouth, Just admit it." He laughed, nudging me. I must admit,it was pretty hot hearing him talk so openly, but it was something that still after a few years out of home I hadn't gotten used to.

"Ok Mr Player, I like your potty mouth." I arched my brow and hit him with one of my pillows. He laughed deeply and playful hit me back with the other pillow. He was so much fun to be around I certainly didn't want to do anything to lose him.

We shared favourite movies and songs with each other until our eyelids grew heavier with each passing words between us. I didn't realise we'd fallen asleep until the sunlight started trickling through the thin curtains on the far side of the bedroom.